he-The Little Things

I returned from a morning walk with a gift from my beloved

Food and drink to help kick start my day

I hadn't realised how much I had taken for granted my beloved and those who have loved me

So hell bent on making sense of the spectacular ways in which people have failed me in the past, that I failed to see how love was already weaved into even the smallest decisions

Micro-moments in which I am in the thoughts and hearts of those who truly do love me

And I missed that completely

Too focused on the bulls of the fields

Or the elk of the forest

That I failed to see the glory of the snail

Or the magic of the hummingbird

God forgive me for being so blind